Chapter 2 I Am Getting Married (2)

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[Story·Beginning]

Ling Momo's improper relationship with this man started seven months ago.

Back then, Ling Momo happened to be living in the most tumultuous of times, suffering endless humiliation, enduring ruthless heartlessness.

Everything she had, her dignity, her love, her future, all had been destroyed, unbearably painful.

That was the lowest, most helpless moment of her life. At that time, she wasn't willing to be trampled to death like this, so this story, begins from that moment—

Accompanied by the light tapping of high heels, the nude-colored dress swayed slightly, highlighting a pair of exquisite and enchanting high heels, towering and slender, making Ling Momo's small feet particularly eye-catching and intoxicating.

The corridors of the "Imperial Palace," were gilded and inlaid with diamonds everywhere, appearing especially mysterious and luxurious under the golden light.

Ling Momo walked to the suite door on the top floor of the "Imperial Palace" and stood still.

This was the most expensive and luxurious room in X City. It is said that those who could stay here must be either rich or noble.

And tonight, who would be the person staying inside?

Thinking of this, Ling Momo couldn't help but shake her head and laugh out loud. She had already reached such desperation and yet could still stand here calmly lost in thought.

The person inside this room, no matter who they were, as long as she could successfully sneak in, then... she would have a chance to regain her life.

Ling Momo raised her hand, flirtatiously flicked her carefully managed long curls, then lifted her hand and knocked on the door.

The door wasn't locked; with a knock, it opened slightly.

Ling Momo boldly pushed the door open and entered. The room was dark, the heavy curtains drawn, pitch black, except for the light flashing from the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of water rushing out.

A glimmer appeared in Ling Momo's eyes, and she cautiously approached the bathroom.

Ling Momo stood at the bathroom door, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth viciously, raised her hand, turned off the bathroom light with a "snap," then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

A flying object suddenly hit Ling Momo on the forehead, hurting a little, accompanied by a curt tone, "Get out!"

Ling Momo lifted her hand, rubbed her aching forehead, muttering in her heart that this person's temper wasn't great, but life or death was in this moment. So, Ling Momo kicked aside the thing that had fallen before her and continued forward bravely, thick-skinned.

Again, another object came flying. Ling Momo instinctively ducked; however, the bathroom floor was slick with moisture, extraordinarily slippery, her high heels sharp and narrow. As she bent over, she lost her balance, sliding forward and crashing into a solid chest.

Ling Momo instinctively lifted her head; the room was pitch black, making it impossible to see the face before her. She could only feel the smoothness and firmness of the skin under her fingers.

Ling Momo curled her lips, reached out, and embraced the man, leaning in for a kiss.

However, before her lips could touch the man, she was pushed away by him. Fortunately, Ling Momo reacted quickly, her fingers grabbing the man's shoulder. Otherwise, she would have fallen in a most embarrassing manner.

While Ling Momo was still startled, the man reached out again, grabbing her long hair directly and dragging her out of the bathroom.

There was not a hint of tenderness for the fair sex, as if discarding an annoying piece of trash.

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